Oh Noes.

Something's not right with me.

I've been noticing it for a while now.

See, the thing is..
I'm getting meaner.

Many people would see this as a good thing, as I used to be waaay too nice.

I mean, it's good to be nice and all, but I was nice to the extent that people would walk all over me.

I didn't know how to say no.  This is still something that I struggle with, but I'm improving.

Slowly.

Behold, an example from my past:

English teacher: "Why, hello there, Sarah.  You seem bright.  Would you like to join the senior debating team?  We're one person short and are supposed to compete next weekend."

Sarah: "Ohh, I don't know..."

English teacher: "We debate over some strikingly interesting topics!  The topic for next weekend's is "Which of these two political leaders had the most integrity: <insert two random names that I had never even heard of.>""

Sarah's brain: "DON'TYOUFUCKINGDARE..."

Sarah: "Er, sure.  I don't see why not!"

...

Another thing:

I used to be sympathetic.  Pathetically sympathetic, in fact.

And I still am..  But only to certain types of people.

Well actually, pretty much all people..  Except for a select few.

One of these lucky few makes it her business to post at least one attention-seeking status on Facebook every waking hour of the day.  I guess over the years this has just gotten to me a little bit.

An example from just a few short minutes ago:

"<insert name here>: feels like banging her head up against a wall til it bleeds."

Upon reading this tragic status, I instantly felt a great deal of sorrow for the poor, unfortunate wall.

And a curious inquisition as to why she was so intent on making a wall bleed in the first place.

Ahem..

To the creator of the Honey Soy Chicken flavoured Red Rock Deli chips:
MARRY ME.

Just My Luck.

As you may or may not know, I have spent the last couple of weeks without power as a result of the recent cyclone.

Category 5, bitches!

The whole experience has been like one really long camping trip.
Sadly, I've never been too fond of camping.

Anyway, back to the point of this post..
Today was school photo day:
The day that stands out as being the single most horrific day of the school year.
The main reason for this is because every school photo day, it's always excruciatingly hot.

It's especially bad for the senior students, as our formal uniform consists of a blazer, which is freaking thick (which is somewhat unnecessary what with our boiling hot climate) and a skirt that comes down past our knees.
Because at a Catholic school, if your knees are visible, you're clearly promiscuous.
Obviously the boy's uniform is slightly different in regards to the 'skirt' part, but you get the idea.

Now in order for me to be ready in time to catch my school bus, I have to wake up at about 6am.
At 'about 6am', it is still pretty dark.
And because I was without power, I had to have a cold shower.
(I am the next Dr. Seuss.)
I then had to continue getting ready for school photos in the darkness of my room.  Let me tell you, it is no fun putting on makeup in the dark.
The whole time I was saying to myself, "Why couldn't they have made school photos one week later when I'll have power...  WHYYY!"

You can probably guess where this is going, so I might as well just jump straight to the ending.
I got home this afternoon after a day of being drenched in my own sweat and looking like death to find that I have POWER.
I'm so happy.
Words cannot describe.
Still, it would have been nice if it had been restored yesterday.. :P

Ambiguity = Fun.

Something I absolutely love doing in my spare time, is posting really ambiguous statuses on facebook.
-Statuses that can be interpreted in so many different ways.
I have no idea why, but it just makes me feel so powerful...  And when people comment on them, it's like I know something they don't.  Which makes me happy.
Especially when it's something that can be interpreted really negatively.
For example:
"<insert name here> just can't do this anymore.."
(Adding a couple of dots to the end of a statement can make it seem so much more dramatic.  Remember this; it will get you far in life.)
And then people comment on it, saying things like "Don't do it!  You have so much more to live for!"

Priceless.

Then I say something like "Calm down, I was talking about my math homework.. :D but thank you!"
It's the little things like this that make me enjoy life.

I also find it really interesting to see who comments and how they interpreted what I have said.
Sometimes it can even give you a little insight as to what people think of you.
That is, if you do it right.. (;
Do any of you do things like this, or am I just weird?

I Give Up.

I have a sneaking suspicion that my neighbours think I'm a little bit odd.
They have acquired a knack, over the years, of peering over the fence at the absolute worst of times.
Earlier today, my grandma, who lives just down the road from us, had a tree removed from the roof of her house where it had fallen as a result of the cyclone.
Her cat, Crikey, who flinches at the sight of moths, took one look at the man who had come to remove the tree and legged it.
Of course, I can't exactly blame him.  That man had the craziest look in his eyes..

..Oh, and did I mention he was wielding a chainsaw?
No?  WELL HE WAS.
But anyway, after the chainsaw-wielding madman had left, Crikey was still nowhere to be found.
I set out to search for him, because I just couldn't stand the thought of anything dreadful happening to him.  He's so beautiful and FLUFFY! >w<
Usually when I meow at him, he replies, so I was franticly running around the place meowing at the top of my lungs, when out of the corner of my eye, I see my neighbours.
Staring at me.
With their judgmental eyes.
I decided to take a break and head back to my grandma's for a while.
And sure enough, there he was.  Waiting for me.
The little shit.
I bet he had it planned from the very beginning.

*sigh* I give up on trying to be normal.

Aftermath.

For the next couple of weeks, I am living in a tent.

Not because I don't have a house anymore...  I do.

-Which is incredibly lucky, considering my hometown was one of the areas that was most affected by the recent cyclone.

(Well, I don't exactly live in town...  But I'm not far out.

And I went to school there.

So I just like to call it my hometown;

Makes me feel like I belong somewhere...)

But anyway, back to my tent.  

The reason I am living in a tent is that my 'hometown' is without electricity and my house is like a sauna.  

And saunas are hot.  

And heat makes you sweat.  

And I don't like sweating.

When I say I'm living in a tent, I don't mean full on 'camping' in the yard.

That would be crazy.  

The yard is full of mud...  

Muddy mud.

Muddy mud that reeks of death and decomposition.

And plus, the verandah is safe.  And breezy.

But this is only minor compared to the sheer devastation that some people have been faced with.

The morning after the cyclone I went for a drive around my 'hometown' to inspect the damage, and I could not believe my eyes.  The sand from the beach had all washed up onto the main street and there was sand on the doorstep of pretty much every shop in town.  Almost every tree was either on its side or had been completely stripped of all its leaves.  There were houses without roofs.  

It was madness...  Blasphemy...

But the thing that baffled me most was the fact that the previous day, everything had been normal.  All of this had happened overnight.  

And it was amazing how different everything looked.  Places that had once appeared distant suddenly looked so close.

But what's even more amazing is how everybody has been working together to restore the town to its former 'glory'.  Sure, I'll admit that my 'hometown' is and always has been a bit of a hole...  But it's our hole.  Without it, we wouldn't be whole.  (That's community spirit right there.)

And the army men who have come to help out are nothing short of wonderful.

Not only do they work like slaves;  They look good doing it..

And we are all extremely grateful.

Nevertheless, I think for a while at least, an appropriate district motto would be:

"Cyclone Yasi kicked my assi."

The Beginning of the End?

I don't mean to alarm you, but...
I am going to die.

...Well, perhaps that was a slight exaggeration...
(I've just been waiting for an excuse to use that .gif for a really long time now.)
But there is a massive cyclone headed straight for my hometown and I predict that things around here are going to get pretty effed within the next few days.
I was watching the news last night and the weather report came on.
I'm usually pretty chill when it comes to cyclones and whatnot, but when I saw the picture I was like OMGOMG WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.
And then I saw this, which freaked me out even more.

So if a couple of weeks pass and I haven't posted a new entry on here, chances are, that's what's happened.

But on a more serious note, my thoughts are with all of the families in Cyclone Yasi's path of destruction.  I sincerely hope that you all make it through in one piece.  God bless. ♥